OF AN ONLY CHUB 225 



dissembled in the handle, a pair of small folding- 

 scissors, admirably adapted to embroidery work. 

 There was really nothing to which a Pioneer 

 would wish to turn his hand for which, with this 

 knife, he would find himself unequipped. With the 

 large blade, for instance, the felling of timber 

 would have been the merest child's play. There 

 was a tree near my home which I often in those 

 days measured with my eye while waiting for that 

 amount of money, which alone would satisfy the 

 exorbitant King, to come my way. It was a 

 pine tree of which the best log cabins are made. 

 But the knife went otherwhere, and in consequence 

 the pine tree still stands. 



In like manner with this knife (with his father 

 indeed for here surely is heredity at work) 

 James, son of Joe, is suitable for everything and 

 competent in every sphere. Of his age, he is the 

 most remarkable person alive. He has, however, 

 one defect. He knows nothing about fish. 

 Nothing whatever. I will prove it. 



This morning he informed me with delight 

 for he loves me, I think that a great trout lie 

 by wooden bridge. He measured preposterous 

 lengths on his arm, and finally decided on the 

 distance between his finger-tip and three inches 

 below his shoulder-blade. James, his arms are 

 long, and it was clear to me that in the matter of 



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